Day #251

As I was reading this morning, I came across this:

I was entirely unaware of just how aligned with doom and misery I am, especially given how I don't really feel the slightest bit doomed or miserable. It's a bit like hearing that, because you enjoy, say, strong coffee and ornithology and reciting Yeats in the shower, your left leg is much more likely to suddenly fall off without warning. Wait, what? Really? My leg? That's ridiculous. My leg feels just fi-- oh wait, is that a tingle? Am I limping?

At least I can say that the original writer and I are feeling better than some stereotypes are at this stage of our lives.

I can also say that that was about how I felt when I woke up on that day in November last year, post-initial stroke...